Immortal Hearts Novels & Stories

I didn’t even use magic either. Arthur then claimed they didn’t want to see me hurt, but I am immortal. I-m-m-o-r-t-a-l. I cannot die, even if I wanted to. They saw me get struck in the chest by one of Paul’s guards’ arrows, and how I managed to live to the next day even though my heart was punctured. I could’ve been an immortal soldier. I could’ve ended the entire war before it even started, and only two lives would be lost in the process. Paul’s and Zephyr’s.

I tell her and she pulls me into a big hug and then pulls away and says, “Shit they are going to kill each other.” I knew exactly what she was talking about. We both began to race through the sand to the sidewalk and then it happened. A large black van stopped in our path and four large men with masks on jumped out of the van and grabbed us. Emily and I tried fighting them off but they were too strong as they threw us in the back of the van and shut the door. Emily moved to me wrapping her arms around me like she was protecting me from them. “Leave her out of this. She isn’t one of us.” Emily said to the men and I realized that the men that took us were immortals just like herself and now me

If he dared to say ‘yes’, he would surely be torn apart by Andrius. “No, no, no...” The Sentinel shook his head rapidly and said, “No, she’s not dead yet. The Immortal Lord said he wanted her to endure the pain of ten thousand hearts devouring hers and give her a fate worse than death...” As he spoke, his voice grew weaker and softer as he lowered his head. He could feel Andrius’ chilling aura, the killing intent almost tangible. “The beasts’ den... The pain of her heart being devoured...”

Kira raises both hands, trying to soothe me even though she's moving fast. "Dani, listen. Listen to me, this isn't the first time he's…um...flatlined." My brain scrambles to remember the one time I heard him telling me he flatlined so many times from the pain of the Hollow. I didn't think he'd meant it literally. "What?" I whisper. "What do you...what do you—" "He's immortal," Kira says breathlessly, lowering him carefully out of my arms and onto the floor. "His heart and core shut down when he's overloaded. He always wakes up. We just need to let his system reboot."

"You should receive your punishment with a grateful heart." Pearldina walked to Lord Adonis library and found the damaged button that lead to the basement and noticed it had been sealed off with a barrier. "This little trick ain't going to stop me from extracting her heart on your behalf my love. You two can rebound in hell." She placed her hands the barrier and her eyes turned crimson red, she gave out a loud cry and the barrier worn off.

She clearly didn’t want to be here, but she, too, understood the gravity of the situation. The soft hum of inaudible murmurs hung in the hall, occasionally pierced by the groans of the elder impaled on the chandelier above. I tapped my fingers against the armrest, watching his agonized body writhe in pain. His cries for mercy had reduced to pitiful whimpers. This was the dark part of being an immortal. Being an immortal wasn’t always all about roses and daisies. One wrong decision, one misstep and an immortal’s life could turn into an eternal suffering.

But his next action takes me off guard. He takes a hold of my free hand and brings it up to lay it flat on his chest, not breaking eye contact with me. I gasp, my eyes leaving his to gape at my vibrating hand. How is his heart thumping so fast? “Can you feel it beating, Stella?” I nod, hum and return my gaze to his eyes. “I’m immortal, Stella. I don’t have a heart and anything I possess, loses its ability to have life…” “…Yet, I breathe, so I do not look like a walking corpse. And my heart is always meant to be cold”

Especially when her pride was still stinging after being knocked out by this witch at the Royal Ball. “It seems like she is young. From the looks of the time she's taking to heal, the healer doubts that maybe she might haven’t frozen in her immortality yet.” At Mercy's answer, Vladimir rolled his eyes in disbelief. Immortals were extremely vulnerable before they froze into their immortality because they can be killed by fatal injuries in their early years. Most immortals froze into their immortality in their early or late twenties. Esmeray can’t be that young. She spoke and fought with such fearlessness and confidence that only came with age.

She didn’t care much for mortal affairs beyond what her job required her to know. Lisa circled over the building and landed gently on the roof. She wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her; mortals couldn’t see reapers unless the reaper wanted to be seen. There was a glass dome in the center of the roof, made from green, transparent glass. One side of the dome had a giant hole in it, as though something heavy had been thrown through it. Lisa approached the hole and jumped in, tucking her wings to avoid the jagged edges.

“You are alive, and that's enough. You don't need to worry about anything tonight.” “And who said I am worrying about anything?” I step closer, close enough to feel the chill radiating from his immortal body, close enough to see the hunger beginning to burn behind his mesmerizing amber eyes. He wants me. I can see it. I want him too. “Draven,” I call softly, refusing to release his hand. “Don't leave. I want to do this, not because I owe you, but because I want to. Allow me to thank you properly. I want to be your exclusive blood thrall tonight. Use me. Drink from me. Take everything you crave.”